Jungle of weeds or garden of Eden

Nature is wild if you don't get it under control. The green stuff just shoots up and the weeds and nettles and thistles swamp everything. But somethimes it does look lovely in its wildness. Weeds seem to get on well with each other. They leave space, they give support, they festoon, they garland, they bedeck, they spead. Weeds must have a purpose. It is just that we have never discovered it.



Then again there are some weeds that just seeth and spit at you. They are snarling nasty, with thousands of seeds ready to attack the earth and make your life a misery. They explode and shoot them selves in the air. They stick to your clothes. The have their own little parachutes and spread themselves afar. They are colonisers. They go to land that is free. Weeds are like refugees. Always being uprooted, and everybody attempts to irradicate them. They are always looking for new land.

But if you are an old woman from Irak you have grown beans that can compete with the weeds. You wear an apron and gather the beans into it. Beans are for old lazy gardeners. Beans are for people who understand weeds and leave them alone. Beans fix fitrogen from the atmosphere and improve the fertility of the soil. Bart Simpson knew all about beans. "Beans Beans the musical fruit the more you eat the more you toot" Beans have 28% protein in them as have all legumes. They are better for you than beef-steak says the man from the USAD as he chomps on his T-bone. Beans are good for refugees. Fillet steak for everyone else in the West.



If you are a muslim man from Irak you can rest under Koff sunshade, and be impervious to the fact that it is an advert for beer. Water the marrows plant the celery, harvest the radishes. Cook chicken in a hole in the ground and smoke a hooka. Embrace your friends with a hug and go into the bushes to pray to mecca. The sun is good. The weather is fine. The children will be fed with fresh vegatables. If only it was always summer and the nights long, and the air better than a meal.



If you are a hippy you can build an arch and decorate it with flowers. You can make it to frame the Jet petrol station, and every time you look though it another car will break down, and every time you walk though it ten more people will use public transport. An as the petals and leaves fall from the flowers another oil well will run dry.